Page 20 of The Last Love Story (Baker Girls #3)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

JUSTIN

Holy fuck.

I am not okay.

Not at all okay.

I just saw Jade come.

I didn’t intend to see it. But I heard a weird noise coming from her bedroom and I wanted to be sure she was okay. That noise was her making the most sinful moans as she came. As much as I would’ve loved to have watched all day, I quickly shut the door.

I dip my head under the shower, which should probably be ice cold at this point, but I’m shameless as I wrap my hand around my cock.

It was bad enough to know she was watching me and my morning wood.

Her shifting in bed is what woke me up, and why I rolled over.

I could sense she was getting jittery. Part of me wanted to roll the opposite direction, though.

To roll on top of her, pin her to the bed, and thrust inside her.

To swallow those sweet moans and keep them for myself.

To watch her beautiful face go slack as she came undone.

Fuck.

I groan as my cum paints the shower wall.

That might be a record for the fastest I’ve come since I was sixteen.

Bracing my hand on the wall in front of me, I take a deep breath. Living with her might kill me. No. Fighting the tension between us is what’s going to kill me. I want to snap, pin her to the wall, and make it clear she’s mine.

Not because of a piece of paper.

Because I’m obsessed with everything about Jade Jackson, and there’s no doubt she’s my person. The one. When you know, you know. Well, I’ve never been more certain about anything.

She might not be ready to acknowledge it yet, but it won’t be long until she’s mine in every way.

When Devon and Kennedy were being idiots about their feelings while sharing a damn bed, I told him if you share a bed, sooner or later, you’re going to fuck.

Well, if you marry someone out of convenience, then move in together and share each other’s space… eventually you’re going to fall in love.

It’s science.

Or romance.

All I know is I’m falling for this girl, and there’s no stopping it, even if I wanted to.

After a quick shower, I dry off and get dressed, thankful I remembered to grab clothes from the living room first.

Or maybe not. I’m wired from all the chemistry sizzling between us, and I want to play. Push some buttons. See where we’ll go next.

I left my phone in the bedroom, so I have the perfect excuse to go back in and see what she’s doing now. Still, I open the door slowly. I’m not trying to catch her in an intimate moment. Even if the one I saw earlier will live rent-free in my mind forever.

She’s sitting on the bed, laptop on her lap, hair up in a cute little messy bun, and wearing square black-rimmed glasses. I stop and stare at her for a moment. I didn’t know she wore glasses.

“Enjoying the view?” she asks playfully.

Flashing a smile, I stroll over to her. “Didn’t know you wore glasses.”

Her eyes lift to mine. “Yeah. My eyes aren’t too bad, so I can see to walk around and stuff, but any tasks that require precision or focus I need my contacts or glasses. And after several days of nonstop contacts, my eyes need a break.”

“I like them. They’re giving hot librarian vibes.”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s such a cliché. It’s either librarian or teacher or the not popular girl who takes her glasses off and straightens her hair, then magically becomes super hot.”

Leaning down, I brush my finger along her jaw. “Fine. You look studious. Professional. Like a hot as fuck boss babe.”

She looks up at me, matching my smirk. “You prefer having a boss babe to take the lead? Or do you like to take things into your own hands?”

I swear her eyes dart to the bathroom door when she says that.

Does she know what I did in there?

Is she asking me?

I lean down, my lips grazing her cheek as I whisper, “I’ll take either one.”

She lets out a shuddery breath, her eyes locking on mine again as I pull away.

Her hot gaze burns into me as I smile and round the bed, grabbing my phone off the bedside table and heading for the door.

But before I leave, I turn back to her. She’s still looking at me. And I can’t help myself.

“By the way, wifey, if you ever need any help getting off, feel free to ask your husband.”

I watch her just long enough to see her eyes widen in surprise, though it’s impossible to miss the desire dancing in them as well.

I’m roasting as I walk out of her room, consumed by the fire building between us. Now I’m hoping Jade will leap into the flames with me.

Metaphorically. Because the air conditioner will be fixed today. Permanently. Hopefully, Jade won’t kill me when she finds out why.